Metropolis Coronata: The Triumphs of Ancient Drapery · chunk 4 of 4
Munday, Anthony · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Oct 30] (Annals) civic play; pageant T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.85 · 410 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
A boon, a boon, for Friar Tuck, Who begs it with a lowly duck. What is it Friar? Since we are thus raised from our rest, In honour of this famous feast, And for his sake that may command, (Next to my Master) heart and hand, Of me and all these good Yeomen: Ere we return to ground again, Seeing jolly Christmas draws so near, When as our service may appear, Of much more merit then as now, Which doth no larger scope allow, Then that which is already done; Your love, my Lord, so much hath won Upon the Friar and his compeers, As we could wish to live whole years, To yield you pleasure and delight, Be it by day, or be it by night. For we have choice delights in store, Command them, and I crave no more. You hear (my Lord) the friars motion, Out of mere love, and pure devotion. You see beside that all my men, (For any season, where or when,) Second his suit. May it please you then, Not to dislike his kind request, Earl Robin frankly doth protest, We will all strive to do our best, When any occasion shall require, The offer of our merry Friar, For such a worthy minded Lord, Robin Hood seals it with his word. Thanks my dear Domine, And to you noble Homine, For to this Indenter, Friar Tuck subscribes Libenter. Now lest we offer wrong, Fall to your Sing Song. NOw wend we together, my merry men all, Unto the Forest sidea: And there to strike a Buck or a Doae, Let our cunning all be tride-a. Then go we merrily, merrily on, To the Green-wood to take up our stand, Where we will lie in wait for our Game, With our bend Bows all in our hand. What life is there like to Robin Hood? It is so pleasant a thing a: In merry Shirwood he spends his days, As pleasantly as a King a. No man may compare with Robin Hood, With Robin Hood, Scathlock and Iohn: Their like was never, nor never will be, If in case that they were gone. They will not away from merry Shirwood, In any place else to dwell: For there is neither City nor Town, That likes them half so well. Our lives are wholly given to hunt, And haunt the merry Greene-wood: Where our best service is daily spent, For our Master Robin Hood.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
A boone, a boone, for Fryer Tuck, Who begges it with a lowly ducke. What is it Fryer? Since we are thus rayſde from our reſt, In honour of this famous feaſt, And for his ſake that may commaund, (Next to my Maſter) heart and hand, Of mee and all theſe good Yeomen: Ere we returne to ground agen, Seeing iolly Chriſtmas drawes ſo neere, When as our ſeruice may appeare, Of much more merit then as now, Which doth no larger ſcope allow, Then that which is already done; Your loue, my Lord, ſo much hath won Vpon the Fryer and his Compeeres, As we could wiſh to liue whole yeeres, To yeeld you pleaſure and delight, Be it by day, or be it by night. For we haue choiſe delights in ſtore, Command them, and I craue no more. You heare (my Lord) the Fryers motion, Out of meere loue, and pure deuotion. You ſee beſide that all my men, (For any ſeaſon, where or when,) Second his ſute. May it pleaſe you then, Not to diſlike his kinde requeſt, Earle Robin frankly doth proteſt, We will all ſtriue to do our beſt, When any occaſion ſhall require, The offer of our merry Fryer, For ſuch a worthy minded Lord, Robin Hood ſeales it with his word. Thankes my deare Domine, And to you noble Homine, For to this Indenter, Frier Tuck ſubſcribes Libenter. Now leſt we offer wrong, Fall to your Sing Song. NOw wend we together, my merry men all, Vnto the Forreſt ſide-a: And there to ſtrike a Buck or a Doae, Let our cunning all be tride-a. Then goe we merrily, merrily on, To the Green-wood to take vp our ſtand, Where we will lye in waite for our Game, With our bent Bowes all in our hand. What life is there like to Robin Hood? It is ſo pleaſant a thing a: In merry Shirwood he ſpends his dayes, As pleaſantly as a King a. No man may compare with Robin Hood, With Robin Hood, Scathlocke and Iohn: Their like was neuer, nor neuer will be, If in caſe that they were gone. They will not away from merry Shirwood, In any place elſe to dwell: For there is neither City nor Towne, That likes them halfe ſo well. Our liues are wholly giuen to hunt, And haunt the merrie Greene-wood: Where our beſt ſeruice is daily ſpent, For our Maſter Robin Hood.